Pacific University - Heart of Oak Yearbook (Forest Grove, OR)

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x L: . .. , 4 V 12.: Ht Keep Diggingfor $2;ooo,ooo - Keep Digging To keep digging anyhow. To hold the lips fast and keep digging; To hold the head up and keep digging. To do the very best you cantand keep digging. Not to squeal, not to dodge, not to fight back, but just to keep on dlgging. To wash off the blood and keep on digging. To call back good luck to you and then keep digging. To answer hthank you, and go right on digging. To Whisper ttLord lead met and get to digging. To study the path, and go faithfully digging. L To let the road behind you take care of itself and go sturdily digging. To follow the gleam ahead and go on digging. To fix courage fairly in the forehead, and go right on digging. And then When the dark clouds, and the loved ones fall off, and friends forget, and the stones hurt, and the pick is broken,, the heart ready to break, aloneness is unbearj able, life scarcely worth living, then stop a moment and feel in the dark for the old brave pickts point, rake off the mud of doubts, and the trash of fear, and the muck of dis- couragement, and unrest, and hopelessness, and stop the clocks eternal ticking of unrest, and get right back to digging; and dig, and dig on and just keep on digging anyhow. . You may not get the very things your heart calls for, but sure as God lives you Will get somewhere. And-if While you are digging, you may need Life Insurance to protect those Who are digglng w1th you- REMEMBER; v . . H; E. Wiiham, 09 General Agent Bankers Life, 1030-33 Preferred Accident t Northwestern Bank Building, Portland, Oregon

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11' m m I 5 A PACIFIC UNIVERSITY TRAGEDY It was a simple student Who studied at Pacific, That dying on .the campus Told this story most terrific ; This sad and wistful story, This narrative of gloom That touched upon the circumstance That led him to his doom. I31 am a. Simple senioril. He murmured, pale in hue, ttAnd Pm the only student Who studies at P.- U; ' The rest are all' professors With books and books and books? The poor boy wasdelirious, You could see it by his looks! 1I did the best I could, sir, I fom early morn till night. I worked my tried. and trusty arm Until I could not write. But lessons fast and faster came And more and more and more, ' And there was no other student To help me With my chore. iiAiid now, alas! Pm dying, I I could not stand the pace, And I must die With one regret, Thereis none to take my place? His voice grew faint and fainter Fer tears I could not see. igTell mother Harry done his best He died for his Degree? JYmet'ee-w ! , . z. -. i . -'7wonfy-two iomge fairij; 2!: :r... .x' When the day? 3.250 inemic :0 r'gr Staten. the- hi-art r mifescamtj. -...,, Ehmedari; lot tin. miof dwbts. 354i :3: WM! and art: tickezemal :ickzr. WEI mi iiig. are k

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